our love story was once written with the tears of the stars, only waiting for the exact time the moon will illuminate our truths to the world. never hiding anymore, just liberated beings exploring what else is out there to seek. hand in hand, we nerved ourselves for this day to finally come.
you and i were made for this moment.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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A Flowerbed for Romantics
PoetryThe chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For e...
